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When he handed over the Merit Card, the waiter was taken aback after deciphering the password and seeing the amount inside.
After confirming that there were no discrepancies, he swallowed hard. "One hundred thousand and three Reward Points." These Scores were currently stored in the Merit Card and could only be accessed once the team resumed operations. Even the Commander couldn't spend them using privileges at this moment.
It certainly seemed that way. In the waiter's eyes, a Hunter Team with a balance of twenty to thirty thousand was already above the standards of a Military-Level Hunter Team. Their expenses, combined with regular missions, required a higher frequency and number of tasks to reach such a figure, often needing multiple missions to accumulate tens of thousands. However, seeing that only two missions had been accepted from the Virtual Screen to achieve such a high balance was indeed a unique case, likely unprecedented since the time of the Ancient One.
This was not a loophole.
It was a genuine reward for completing tasks.
A Soldier-Level Hunter Team—this seemed to be the lowest tier of teams. Why would they have such an amount? It was hard to believe.
Freyr looked at the amount displayed on the Virtual Screen and calmly replied, "Looks like it’s not a scam; it has indeed been credited. Thank you, please return it to me. I just wanted to check if I was being deceived, and now it seems accurate."
The waiter responded readily, "Sure, please take care of it."
With that, he took back the Merit Card and turned to leave Wanderer's Home. Only after his figure completely disappeared did the waiter breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly report what he had just witnessed. If this wasn’t money laundered, then perhaps some individuals had exploited system loopholes. Regardless of whether it was real or not, it needed to be reported to avoid any disputes above and to maintain fairness between Wanderer's Home and Hunter Teams.
Once he returned home, his leisurely stroll came to an end. Beyond that, he needed to continue his body sculpting; these workouts could not be neglected. He trained diligently every day, with increasing difficulty in each session. It seemed his goal was not just to restore his physique but also to keep progressing. For this purpose, he worked tirelessly, leaving even the Trainer assigned by his family astonished.
The training regimen he set for himself exceeded three times what was typically expected; this volume would challenge even professional boxers. Three times—that was an immense concept. But that wasn’t all; if he couldn’t establish a sustainable training program that allowed him to continuously grow stronger, they would eventually be forced out. Finding work as a Trainer was difficult; after paying off his mortgage with the salary from fitness centers, how much would be left? This job was considered ideal—high pay and comfort—but now it felt like days of hardship. They had seen many true training enthusiasts before and had always appreciated their work ethic.
The human body's Ultimate capabilities could not continue indefinitely; this guy was pushing himself into pathological training territory. All the advantages of long-distance runners, boxers, and martial artists were embodied in Freyr. Body sculpting training alone wasn’t enough for him; he aimed for continuous breakthroughs. Only by enhancing his physical attributes and maintaining peak condition could he hope for further development.
This was the standard he set for himself; he had to maintain peak condition.
"Come on, drink some water. Don't overexert yourself," Su Qian said as she approached him, genuinely concerned for her husband.
As a wife at home, she had high hopes for her husband. In the evenings, she would jot down his thoughts in a diary, which might one day help him become a writer. Of course, being a writer wasn't easy; sometimes their ideas were a bit too simplistic. If he had any novel thoughts, she would record them as well. This was their perspective on life, especially after experiencing life and death, which had given them a different outlook on the world.
"It's fine; I can keep going," Freyr replied to the Trainer beside him. It felt like he was training the Trainer, who seemed to have many unique methods. Each time they reached this point, they would be left panting for breath. The Trainers could hardly complain; there was nothing more they could do. They were already exhausted just standing still, gasping for air. If he didn't take a break, they wouldn't have time to recover their bodies, especially regarding hydration.
"I'm not tired, but they are," Su Qian said with a helpless shake of her head before signaling with her eyes.
Freyr suddenly remembered that he was no longer an ordinary person and couldn't measure others by ordinary standards. The two Trainers in front of him had excellent physiques among regular people, yet now they looked at him as if he were some kind of monster. He wondered if they could continue training like this; surely they wouldn't have to run away or something—this was turning into a situation where he might wear them out completely.
"Oh? Is that so? I forgot you all were tired," Freyr said with a chuckle, scratching his head in a teasing manner.
The two Trainers exchanged glances and wore expressions that seemed to say they were just happy if he was.
"We are a bit tired, but we can hold on," one of them said with a smile.
"Tired? Can I have some water?" the other Trainer asked.
"Sure, go ahead and drink. Take them to recover their stamina. That new cryotherapy machine we bought should be set up by now; let them try it out. And make sure to apply some ointment beforehand so they don't get frostbite," Freyr quickly added with a smile, gesturing towards Su Qian.
"Yes, yes, I know. No need to remind me; I've taught the Therapist how to handle this. They can help me recover their stamina," Su Qian replied with a smile. Although she came from a medical background, her medical skills and nursing abilities were exceptional. She also served as an advisor for an athlete's physical conditioning, and her significant contribution helped safely reduce body fat over the past month and a half.
The two Trainers drank a glass of plain water, and sweat began to seep through their skin.
The drink did not help; instead, they felt even more fatigued, with their bodies aching and numb all over.
This sensation was something they hadn't experienced in a long time, only recalling it from the early days of their fitness training. What was happening now felt like excessive exhaustion.
"Come with me; I have some water for you, and we can do a cold treatment," Su Qian said.
"We know about that cold treatment method, but we didn't expect you to still be experimenting with it. Isn't it quite expensive?" one of the Trainers replied awkwardly.
"Yes, it's very expensive. Can you afford it?" Su Qian teased.
"I can't afford it; I'm broke," the Trainer frowned and continued.
"I knew it would be like this. Come with me," Su Qian said, leading the two into the room behind them.
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